New Poem: Men are not...

I've been working on this poem for a few days now.  The subject matter is a little heavy, but I like to think it's still accessible.  Maybe not.  Whatever.  Enjoy!


Men are not by own ideas made

Men are not by own ideas made
Into molds of other men or wrought,
Beaten and shaped into a garden spade
From flames of self-originating thought.

Ingrained within you is the subtle fact:
Nothing from nothingness shall ever spring
A dream, an instinct, an impulse act,
A thought as thoughtless as a borrowed thing.

A hand pulled back the reflex hammer
And set the prehistoric dominos,
Designed intelligence amid the clamor,
Who built an argument that shows

God as a man with an empty hat
In which breeds countless white rabbits.